GAD... can be compared to a swarm of bees. It puts you on edge to some degree most of the time, and it can be hard to manage when it gets too close for comfort. I've been living with it for a number of weeks now, and let me tell you, it can sometimes be really difficult.
It didn't help either that my mother barely understood what was happening to me and it was incredibly frustrating to have to explain to her several times that the whole point of my illness IS irrational anxiety that hovers for no reason before she got it. To her credit though she has tried her best with me, although relations can be strained between us at times because of how highly strung I am compared to the non-pathological tendency towards nervousness I once had that I think went out of control and led to me getting GAD in the first place, and me feeling that she's being obstructive, etc.